Snowshoes have been an important part of my outdoor life since my youth.
Even in places which would seem a contradiction. Like hunting high mountains overlooking the SW deserts for late season mountain quail. Heavy winds would blow the snow off steep canyon sides and load the valley floor with deep snow. The quail would be under oaks and pinyon pines scratching for pine nuts.
Or when hunting deer on traditional muzzleloader tags that also had a late season. I have had for 30 years a Plain Jane Thompson 50 cal New Englander with factory made TC peep sights.
Such exciting moments moving slowly through a winter wonderland tracking a deer on ash and rawhide snowshoes.
When I look back, such hunts stand out as some of my most memorable. Waiting for the smoke to clear and then find a deer laying in the snow, then dragging it out while on snowshoes.
Anybody else have such hunting memories ?
DB
Even in places which would seem a contradiction. Like hunting high mountains overlooking the SW deserts for late season mountain quail. Heavy winds would blow the snow off steep canyon sides and load the valley floor with deep snow. The quail would be under oaks and pinyon pines scratching for pine nuts.
Or when hunting deer on traditional muzzleloader tags that also had a late season. I have had for 30 years a Plain Jane Thompson 50 cal New Englander with factory made TC peep sights.
Such exciting moments moving slowly through a winter wonderland tracking a deer on ash and rawhide snowshoes.
When I look back, such hunts stand out as some of my most memorable. Waiting for the smoke to clear and then find a deer laying in the snow, then dragging it out while on snowshoes.
Anybody else have such hunting memories ?
DB